Victor's POV
“She's really going with them,” I said in a low, flat voice.
I stood at the top of the stairs, still wet from the mess upstairs, gripping the wooden rail so hard it cracked under my fingers. Below, I watched Selene walking out of the mansion with Daniella at her side and two of the prince’s warriors flanking her like bodyguards.
They didn’t even glance back.
No one looked at me. Not even her.
“This is ridiculous,” I spat under my breath. “She's still my wife.”
I started down the steps, ignoring the pain in my ribs. The wounds hadn’t fully healed, but I didn’t care.
Vanessa hurried up beside me, her voice high and shaky. “Victor! Did you see that? They just walked out! Like they owned this place!”
“Shut up, Vanessa,” I snapped. “I'm not feeling very patient right now.”
